Warhammer

How optimistic he was about this young man, just like the eighth generation, who was not yet a prince, had been when he brought him back to Estalia. Charles was young, energetic, intelligent, physically fit... He possessed all the abilities that an excellent man should have. He was eloquent and clever, and was a leader among the younger generation.

The most important thing is that he has the blood of the ruler of today's Bretonnia-Aquitaine. In Harrington's plan, the exiles may be able to obtain help from their northern neighbors through Charles. It would be best to launch a vigorous chivalrous expedition to save the southern kingdom, just like many years ago.

But now, Harrington realized how wishful thinking it was to support the young exiles represented by Charlie and let those young people who were passionate, had ideas and had the faith to lead the cause of national restoration!

How could radicals like Charles, who completely considered himself an Estalia and fanatically loved his motherland, allow themselves to be divided by neighbors who took advantage of the situation just to defeat a suspected "usurper"?

"The first goal of the Tyrells is to take away the interests of our New World and everything we have overseas. In the process, restoration of the country, restoration, and faith are just high-sounding words they use to cover up their true purpose!"

"Sir Harrington, if we agree to all the demands of the Tyrells, then what will we gain after defeating the Beastmen? A peninsula country that has lost all its colonies and overseas interests. What will happen to our trade? What will happen to our economy? Will we still be able to maintain even a balanced competition with the Tyrells? In my opinion, in that case, we might as well merge with the Tyrells!"

"They did it the first time, and sooner or later they will do it a second and third time!"

Charlie, who was filled with righteous indignation, saw Harrington open his mouth and unable to utter a word of rebuttal, and turned around and looked at his fellow exiles with excitement:

"No matter what, even if I have to sacrifice everything, I will never allow our country, our motherland to be manipulated by a short tyrant who likes widows!"

"Damn it! What are you talking about!"

An attendant from the team of envoys who were having a detailed conversation with Harrington immediately stood up and glared at Charlie with wide eyes.

The prince's wife, a direct descendant of the besieger, had been married before she married into the Black Castle, more than once...

The two have an age difference of nearly six years, and during the few times they appeared in public, some people criticized them, saying that the prince and his wife did not look like a couple, and that they could be described as siblings, or even a mature and beautiful mother and a young and gloomy son.

Harrington's heart tightened.

If Charles openly insulted Prince Rodrigo, the already dependent situation of the exile group would immediately become even more passive, and some of the results he had worked so hard to achieve might have to be given back as "compensation for the offense."

However, the young man was not afraid at all, and stared back: "I am talking about that short guy in Margarita who usurped the throne. What do you think he is!?"

There were a few suppressed sneers from the crowd, and the envoy who was negotiating with Harrington looked at his attendant with a cold and angry gaze. The attendant's face turned pale with fear, and his hands and feet were cold.

The messenger said coldly: "I'll stop here today. I'll come to see Lord Harrington at the same time tomorrow." Then he turned and left. The attendant was stunned for a while before he hurriedly followed him and squeezed into the group of attendants in white robes who looked more like clergy than servants.

Harrington wanted to scold the group of exiles who were left there, but looking at Charlie's resolute look, and actually agreeing with the other party's analysis in his heart, he found it difficult to say words like "for the overall situation" and "great cause". After thinking for a while, he could only sigh in distress, waved to Charlie, and turned to leave.

Chapter 43: Conversation in the Room

"You shouldn't describe it like that publicly...outing the Tyrells."

Harrington looked at Charlie's young and stubborn face, sighed, filled the glass and handed it to him, then picked up the other glass and drank it all.

The young junior took the glass without hesitation, also raised his head, and drank it all in one gulp before putting it down. He looked at Harrington with a determined gaze, this man who led the exiles to fight for a common goal and united the loose group through his own efforts. Even if such unity was still not stable enough and had the hidden danger of falling apart at any time, it was commendable enough.

If Harrington had not left as a veteran of the Salvation Society and resolutely raised the banner of the orthodox prince to unite the exiles, they would never be in their current state. Even if they were used as tools, at least they would have the qualifications to be brought to the negotiation table and "trade" with the Tyrells, instead of being slaughtered at will.

Therefore, even if there is a conflict of routes now, unless the other party changes direction, Charles Aquitaine will never sell out the interests of Estalia or cede colonies in exchange for the restoration of an "orthodox kingdom" that has lost almost everything.

It was true that he upheld tradition, and even the reason for Charles Aquitaine's exile was spotless - his family had always been close to the church, and during the process of Gregory and Ayre joining forces to purge and reorganize the war church, they were "stubborn" and loyal to the church, and were therefore also affected.

However, Al usually does not take harsh measures against such untainted forces. Generally speaking, he will first issue a "closed-door order" to restrict their communication with the outside world for a period of time as a warning. If they insist on boarding the ship to share the hardships, they will be imprisoned, interrogated, and sentenced. Those who should be exiled will be exiled, and those who should be forced to do hard labor will be forced to do hard labor.

But in fact, Charlie's family was one of those that suffered the least impact, and was only ordered by the Golden Palace to "reflect on themselves" behind closed doors. However, he was stubborn and felt that since he supported the traditionalists, he should support them to the end. So he called on his family to leave their homeland and go to the colonies to show their resistance, and he only brought a few people to join Tyrell and Harrington.

Later, after the Bilbarry incident, he regretted it and thought that he should have gone to the north to join the local traditionalists so that he could follow Galen's uprising team.

Therefore, from the perspective of "will to restore the monarchy", or "royalist spirit", Charles is an absolutely trustworthy fighter of the old party...

"If I don't speak publicly now, I may not have the chance to say these words to so many people later..."

The young man refused to give in, he looked at the old fighter and stuck to his point of view.

"Perhaps the Tyrells can help His Highness Enrique ascend the throne, but I can be sure that the kingdom is definitely a dilapidated, disabled, and weak kingdom that is in danger of being completely destroyed at any time. And I will never kneel down on the scarred body of my motherland to worship a king who rules such a country!"

Harrington couldn't bear it anymore. He felt powerless against the young man's determination not to give in, and a surge of anger surged in the old fighter's heart again.

"Be aware of your identity! Charles Aquitaine, you are judging the king you serve!"

The young man chuckled:

"Yes, Your Majesty, Prince..." He said sarcastically, "Even when the nuns began to go to the battlefield, I didn't see an 'orthodox' king standing up to lead us, teacher."

"And, if I'm guessing correctly, the prince should be willing to cooperate with the Tyrells, right?"

"Even if the price is to sell out half of the country, as long as we can have the remaining half and return to the Grand Palace, it will be great for 'Your Majesty'."

Finally, he bowed humbly to Harington. Strictly speaking, he was not taken in by Harington until he went into exile in Tyrell. So he couldn't be considered a real disciple. At this time, he bowed mainly because he was afraid that the old prince's old guards would get angry and punch him... But somehow it felt like adding fuel to the fire and sounding sarcastic.

This is truly a stain that cannot be washed off.

The "legitimate, orthodox, and only city prince (ninth generation)" elected by the exiles today has nothing worthy of praise except his bloodline. He can barely be called an average person. He has also been criticized for having been huddled in the "remote resistance" in the neighboring country of Tyrell during the Patriotic War (this term is used by the United Kingdom and adopted by the exiles).

It was only because no one else was suitable except him. Most of the early exiles were from the Southern faction, and it was impossible for them to nominate a Northerner to be their prince. In addition, Harrington was brought up because he insisted on supporting the eighth generation prince's bloodline in order to make up for his regrets.

“Huh…Huh…” Charlie guessed correctly.

Harrington did want to punch him.

However, Harrington restrained himself because of the pressure-resistance he had developed from all the bullying, internal strife, and external forces during this period of time. He decided to listen to what the "student" who had already broken his defenses today had to say.

"You are against cooperating with the Tyrells, so tell me what you think your approach to our future is, 'approach'."

He emphasized.

And he decided that no matter what, no matter how much he valued the other party, if Charlie was just a big talker who only knew how to talk bad things, he would use his authority to take some coercive measures to establish prestige for those various opposing voices.

“My approach…” Charlie pursed his lips and his eyes narrowed.

......

"The tribal army is strong, but weak in the navy. Without the fleet, it will be difficult for their army to pass through the natural barrier of Tamoto Pass. We want to profit from it..." Charlie's eyes flashed with a strange light, and his fanatical look frightened Harrington. This young man, this young man's courage and planning...

"We must help the Beastmen Legion! Give them a way to pass through Tamoto! Through the Withered Swamp, march straight in and attack Miragliano!"

Charlie's powerful words exploded in the fighter's ears like a bolt from the blue!

It's simply beyond words!

"What are you going to do!?" He could hardly control his excitement, and subconsciously lowered his voice, fearing that there were spies from the Black Castle watching outside the door.

"As long as the Tyrells take our colonies and defend our homeland from being invaded, then no matter what the outcome is, whether we can restore our homeland or not, we, or the future Estalia, will have to serve as their dogs!"

"But if the Beastmen win—even if it's just a stalemate, the Tyrells gain the upper hand at sea, and the Horde gains the upper hand on land, then we have a chance to profit from it!"

As if aware that the "Bull" was trying hard to suppress his emotions, Charlie spoke much faster and quickly revealed his thoughts and plans to Harrington.

"The primary goal of the Tyrell Fleet must be to expand in the New World and seize our colonies. The primary goal of the Beastmen is to do everything they can to open up the restrictions of the Tobaro Corridor and bring the war to the Tyrell homeland. This way they can maintain a situation where they can't lose and can also make their powerful army play a role!"

"In order to stabilize the colonies and ports they have seized, the Tyrell fleet will inevitably disperse its forces and often station troops in various places to suppress the war. Once the war spreads to the mainland, the mainland fleet that escorts and harasses the beastmen will inevitably return to the port to assist in the city defense."

"Infiltrate the Tyrell navy with all our strength—the time is right, act on both ends, at the same time!"

"Seize the Tyrell fleet and sail to the New World. Leave the South to the little ones from Miragliano and Margarita! We have the only organized navy in the two countries. Even if it is not as good as the Invincible Fleet, as long as we use the right means, it will not be a problem to control the colonies of the two countries!"

A shocking and powerful punch!

Harrington opened his mouth, dumbfounded, and was speechless for a moment.

"You, you..." He pointed a finger at Charlie, but he didn't utter a complete sentence after raising it twice.

The young man smiled a smile that looked crazy in Harrington's eyes: "I'm crazy? Maybe?"

"But it's the only thing I can think of that we have a chance of doing on our own!"

"If the Tyrells succeed in defending their homeland, the Beastmen and the Tyrells will surely be severely weakened and become enemies of each other. Neither side will be able to deal with us alone."

"If the Tyrells failed to hold on and were destroyed by the Beastmen..." Charlie said, taking a breath and picking up a glass of wine from the table to fill himself up.

"That's great. After the fall of their homeland, it will be even less likely for the Tyrell colonies to rebel against us. We can unite them under the banner of restoring our country together."

"We will also welcome the Prince of Black Castle when the time comes. We are all exiles as well, and we welcome exiles."

"The resistance forces of the two kingdoms will fight together in the New World against the savage beasts of the Old World!"

"If the Tyrells win... we will exchange the New World for our homeland. The fleet must not be returned. With a period of development, we will be able to have a legion that is strong enough to protect ourselves. Then we will be qualified to negotiate with the Tyrells on an equal footing."

"By then, we can give up some of our interests appropriately, as long as..."

Harrington was sweating all over. He sat in the chair and just listened to Charlie talking, as if he had forgotten to think.

Chapter 44: Hera's Hidden Away and the Departure of the Mission

Here, Charles proposed a plan to launch a surprise attack to capture the Tyrell fleet, cross the ocean to the west, isolate the land and sea, and restore the country overseas.

On the other side, in Margarita's golden palace, there was another person who was also thinking about the fleet.

.........

Al stood on tiptoe, lying on the edge of the sand table, looking at the miniature ship models, and said with emotion:

“I want to build a big one!!!”

"Steel Production! Aluminum Production! Copper Production!"

“One year to grow people! Two years to become talented people! Three years to build an army! Promote national prestige overseas! Arrest their rulers and bring them to justice! Destroy the enemy in the ocean! The blue and white soul stands tall above the waves!”

"Bombard Miragliano! Open the Tyrell Gate!"

"Wife! All of them are wives! Madam! All of them are wives!"

"May your martial fortune flourish! May your martial virtue last forever! See you at the Iron Throne! Ulla!!!"

......

He had just entered with a thick roll of documents, and the lady who had been standing behind the eldest daughter for a while was already starting to worry that she would be silenced.

Misha glanced at her little father who was having a tantrum in front of the sandbox and coughed lightly.

Magic happened!

The lady's eyes blurred. The man who was holding the boat model and howling with joy the last second, the great:

"The wise king, the invincible Inberado, the designated Messiah of the Five Seals, the son of God, four mothers and one son..." Al omitted some titles and disappeared from the sand table in the next moment.

Taking another look, the great "......." had already put on the golden mask and was sitting upright in his office. Noticing the gaze coming over here, Al stood up immediately.

"I'll go see what Hera is doing." Then he used Flash to quickly leave the scene, accidentally knocking over the door frame and simply ran out.

The lady stayed where she was, without moving for a long while. The impact of this scene was too great. Even though she was a teaching lady recognized by the Five Seals and had outstanding performance, and was therefore allowed to enter the Golden Palace to serve the royal court, and her faith in the Five Seals was exemplary, she was still overwhelmed and moved.

"Father..." Misha chuckled and broke the silence in the room.

"Sometimes it's quite...lively, you don't have to mind it too much."

What I meant was cute, right?

The lady knew very well that a strange feeling was lingering in her heart at the same time. She saw with her own eyes the secular king whom she revered, who was also the incarnation of divine power, and had shed his sacred and solemn outer garment...

This huge impact made the lady feel that her body was rapidly heating up, heat surging deep inside her, her eyes were watery, and her heart was beating faster, but she had to maintain her superficial dignity, continue to stay by her eldest daughter's side, and assist her in handling affairs.

On the other side, Al, who rushed out of the door, weighed the door panel in his hand.

"Hey!"

He greeted his two daughters who were playing ball. At the same time, the big wolf girl who was sniffing the air for a familiar smell also turned her head.

The wolf girl has a very sensitive nose and can easily smell the scent on Al.

Hera's eyes lit up when she saw her father. She ignored the ball, dropped her racket and ran towards Al. At the same time, Al threw the door panel in his hand over to her.

"call!"

The wolf girl suddenly jumped up, accurately grabbed the door panel that was spinning in the air like a big frisbee with one hand, and landed steadily on the ground.

"Father!"

The daughter threw herself into her father's arms. Of course, Hera was now much bigger than El, so strictly speaking, she was the one who held El in her arms.

The wolf girl's tail swung behind her like a small fan, and with a smack, she kissed the strands of hair on El's forehead.

"That's nice, but it's impossible."

Al looked at his daughter and gave her a kind smile, while at the same time trying to suppress the wolf girl's inevitable request.

He could pretend not to care, let the wolf girl run around and try to please him, and then pretend to be embarrassed to delay, so that Hera could continue to be a docile and well-behaved big wolf, but he did this once before, and the wolf girl was so upset that she shut herself up for two days. Al felt bad and simply refused directly, so that the fourth brother, who was not very smart, would not think of using the same trick every time:

To flatter - to fawn on - to make a request.

This tactic is only good enough to be used once. Hera uses the same trick every time. She also knows tactics and strategies in battles. In other aspects, Hera is genuine... Of course, it is also possible that Hera is hiding very deeply, pretending to be stupid all day long, and entertaining her parents with colorful clothes.

Anyway, she is the most favored by El, which is something that all her brothers envy.

Who wouldn’t like a silly girl with big animal ears who will jump on you, have her face covered with saliva, is super clingy, will submissively let others have their hair rubbed, is super good at fighting, and will happily wag her tail when she follows you around?